January
25, 2016
Once upon a time, there was a greedy
farmer in nearby village who believed it was a jolly good idea to bring in
workers from a faraway land to earn more money – the greedy farmer had many
reasons to bring in foreigners – firstly, they were all younger and fitter than
those in his own village, hence they could work faster and longer and even
offer better, betterer and betterest results for much less.
When villagers asked him pleadingly
– why don’t you give us a chance to earn a living? The greedy farmer would
often be heard recounting in the kopitiam, ‘I get a bigger bang for my buck by
hiring these foreigners stupid! Besides you should not have such an entitlement
mentality! Didn’t you know…no one owes you a living! Hahahahahahahaha!’
As these foreign workers swarmed the
village, many of the villagers found themselves slowly displaced and
marginalized.
Since many of the villagers could no
longer find jobs, their skills slowly frittered away. And since without a job
it was virtually impossible to pass on skills under a master and apprenticeship
arrangement to the youths.
Eventually even the young started to
leave the village for the cities. And since all the foreigners much preferred
to repatriate 80 cents out of every dollar they earned back home rather than
spend it in the village. Soon the local economy began to shrivel up as the
shops closed down one by one. Eventually even the merchants packed up and moved
along like a traveling circus. One by one the villagers began to leave for the
city till eventually the village began to resemble a ghost town.
One day when the economy of the
country collapsed due to the mismanagement by crooked politicians who claim to
have received anonymous donations which are not actually donations….but I
rather not write about it. As I don’t ever want to end in up in block 7 of
IMH…..Dowan lah!
The currency of the country began to
collapse in earnest. Soon the foreign workers began to demand higher wages from
the greedy farmer. They would often be heard complaining, ‘now that your money
is so small, it’s not worth it for us to work here any longer. As every time we
send money back our wife’s and relatives complain no end that it is so little –
so eventually even they decided to pack up and leave for greener pastures. And
since there were no locals in the nearby village which had long since turned
into a ghost town…no one could be found to work in the estate of the greedy
farmer. As time went by the jungle overran the estate and it was no more….only
to disappear like a piece of shit on a hot scorching day.
On the other side of the valley was
another farming hamlet – there lived a wise farmer. This farmer did something
very different when he brought in new migrants from other parts – for one he
made sure every villager was first employed, unlike the greedy farmer who was
only driven by the profit motive of always chasing the biggest bang for the
buck.
The wise farmer valued
relationships, so it was not unusual for him to even give out work to the
locals even though he knew they were in some cases slower and more expensive
when compared to foreign labor.
He would often be heard saying, ‘We
are investing in the future…so we cannot measure progress in just monetary
terms – after all if skills are not passed down from father to son, if they are
not retained and sharpened in our community, then how will we harvest fruit in
the future? How will we perpetuate our way of life? Besides we are a family, we
must all take care of the old, young and the stupid. We cannot just leave them
to fend for themselves – even animals don’t that.’
In this way, he was able to maintain
the peace and harmony in his village and everyone, including the new migrants
were happiest with the farmer – as even they despite their strange foreign ways
were most welcomed by the villagers as since everyone was gainfully employed,
the foreigners never once posed a threat to either the villagers way of life or
their livelihoods.
One day when the economy turned to
mud and all the foreigners left for greener pastures. The farmer gathered the
whole village in the Padang. He told them all the brutal facts of life, we face
very difficult times ahead….who will stand and fight with me?
The whole village told the farmer,
‘how can we not stand by you and fight… Where else do you expect us all to go?
This is after all our home! If we don’t fight for home…..then what are we
supposed to fight for!’
As for the foolish farmer he was
last seen drinking himself blind while singing, show me the way to go home,
like a broken violin…some say he was transformed into a frightened dog
thereafter…if anyone knows or who has seen this dog…I mean person please drop
me a line.
Dotseng aka Darkness